Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The next ones to come down were the maids dressed in black and white maid costumes. They had one thing in common: they had no feet and floated down the bus.

Glenn looked at the "people" who had just gotten off the carriage, and then looked at the carriage. Although the carriage was large, it seemed that it would be very crowded with so many people sitting in it.

Before Glenn could figure out the problem, the real owner of the carriage stepped out.

First, a slightly pale hand grabbed the edge of the door frame. The fingers on this hand were slender and the nails were long and black.

Then a head with long black hair like a waterfall popped out from the carriage.

From a distance one might think this was a woman's hand, but Glenn knew that the hand belonged to a man.

Although her fingers are long, their joints are as thin as bamboo poles, which makes them less beautiful than those of women.

With Glenn's experience, he generally doesn't make mistakes.

Sure enough, when the man got out of the carriage, he was tall and had obviously broad shoulders. He was indeed a man.

The other person had long black hair and was wearing a black and purple cloak, with his arms completely covered by the cloak.

When he turned his head to look at Glenn, an extremely handsome face came into the eyes of Glenn and the old man.

The deep and three-dimensional facial features, eyebrows as straight as two swords, purple pupils and smoky makeup add a bit of mystery to this person.

"Old man, do you know who this guy is?"

Glenn asked the old man next to him in a low voice with his mouth tilted.

"When I moved here, the villa was already empty and I never saw him."

The old man also answered in a low voice.

The man next to the carriage frowned as if he had heard the conversation between the two.

He looked towards his villa, and after a second or two, he looked at Glenn again and asked in the tone of a superior to a subordinate:

"Did you or anyone else come into my house while I was away?"

"I don't know." Glenn rolled his eyes.

You want me to answer questions with this attitude? ... He complained in his heart and was about to go back to the house to do his own thing.

However, the man standing in front of the carriage said coldly: "Did I let you go?"

After hearing this, the old man on the side laughed, knowing that someone was going to be in trouble, but he didn't say who it was.

Glenn stopped as he was about to enter the house, turned to look at this self-righteous guy, and said with a smile:

"What? You want to fight?"

The man twitched his lips, as if he had heard a child's nonsense, "Fight? Do you think you are worthy of it?"

Glenn smiled even more when he heard that, and said something that instantly changed the color of the purple-eyed man, "Oh, I really don't know how you, a guy who barely reached level seven, can be so arrogant?"

The man with purple eyes was horrified.

This kid who looks to be in his early twenties could actually see the depth of his strength at a glance!

Is it a coincidence? But who would guess such a high level as level seven? And even pointed out that it was barely reached! ... The purple-eyed man knew that he might hit a wall, so he organized his words and said:

"I just wanted to ask, nothing else."

"I don't mean anything else, but you're still so arrogant. I'm asking you, am I worthy of fighting you?"

Glenn walked towards the man with purple eyes as he spoke.

"You'd better not cause trouble..." The man with purple eyes also became angry, thinking that no matter who he met outside, he would always be respectful to him and never bow his head to anyone.

And now, for him to say those words that showed a bit of weakness just now was already his limit, and there was no way he would give in even a little bit.

"I'm just looking for trouble now. For the sake of our future neighborhood harmony, it's best to let you put yourself in your place."

Glenn was almost in front of the man with purple eyes, and the armored warriors had spontaneously stood in front of their master.

Dark purple flames were rising from the four demon horses, and they looked extremely unfriendly.

The man with purple eyes did not say anything else, but stared coldly at Glenn who was approaching step by step.

Thick cursed black smoke enveloped Glenn's entire body, and a terrifying aura of violence exploded.

The purple-eyed man's eyes suddenly widened in shock.

A werewolf who has reached the peak of level seven is about to reach the threshold of level eight, which is already much stronger than him!

Those loyal warriors still did not retreat, but Glenn just swept them with his wolf claws, and they were swept away like tin cans, their strength was eroded by the curse, and they could no longer get up.

The four demon horses were much more obedient. They extinguished their flames as much as possible and moved tremblingly away from Glenn.

Amid the sound of heavy footsteps landing on the ground one after another, the man with purple eyes looked at the huge werewolf with an uneasy look on his face as it walked up to him.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge claw suddenly slammed him to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

In fact, Glenn didn't use any strength, because the ground didn't break much. He just concentrated the curse on his palm and slapped it into the opponent's body to cause damage.

After all, this is a town that belongs to all the townspeople, and it is not advisable to damage public resources.

"I just want to ask you, am I worthy of fighting you?" Glenn's heavy, demonic voice that belonged only to werewolves sounded.

The man with purple eyes did not dare to make any resistance from beginning to end, for fear of really angering this super werewolf who came from nowhere in front of him.

After hearing Glenn's words, he endured the pain in his body and said, "I am not worthy of fighting you. I was wrong."

At this moment, his proud heart was trampled deeply into the mud, and he felt extremely ashamed.

But he was still glad in his heart that he did not bring his daughter here today, otherwise if she saw him in such a miserable state at this moment, he would want to die.

"It's good that you know you're wrong. I hope you're not someone I hate. Otherwise, you can find a good grave for yourself."

Glenn turned around, changed back into human form, stopped looking at the man with purple eyes on the ground, and walked back to his house.

The old man was watching with great interest. When Glenn came over, he smiled and said:

"It would be great if there were idiots like this every day. It would be really fun."

Glenn rolled his eyes. "Have you forgotten your revenge? Are you still in the mood to eat melons?"

When revenge was mentioned, the old man's smile immediately disappeared. He didn't care what Glenn meant by eating melons, and lowered his head to reflect.

Glenn clicked his tongue twice, impressed by the old man's seriousness, then went back to the house and closed the door.

The man with purple eyes stood up, feeling the curse in his body dissipate, and breathed a sigh of relief. With his self-healing ability, he would soon be back to normal.

He just felt like he had been to the gates of hell.

Where did Valosin find such a guy? He didn't even tell me... He complained in his heart.

Valosin was the previous owner of Glenn's house.

The man with purple eyes thought of Glenn's terrifying strength, and subconsciously looked at the old man who had just talked to Glenn, thinking that this man might also be a powerful character.

The old man who was reflecting felt a strange gaze. He looked up and saw the vigilant expression of the man with purple eyes. He immediately snorted and turned back to the house.